Summer in Jiangcheng is as sticky as sugar that cannot be melted. The back alleys of the Antique Street are only smelly and cold.
"Crack!"
The dull sound of a fist entering flesh echoed in the narrow alley. Lu Chen's body arched suddenly, like a cooked shrimp. Spit mixed with blood sprayed out from the corner of his mouth, smashing open a small, wet flower on the moss-covered ground.
Pain.
The excruciating pain spread from the lower back to all the limbs. He could clearly feel whether one of his ribs was broken again.
"The Lu family's unicorn? Ha, now he's a lost dog that can't even moan!" The leader of the bald gangster smiled ferociously, stepped on Lu Chen's finger, and crushed it hard.
"Click."
The crisp sound of broken bones is clearly audible.
Lu Chen snorted, and a large amount of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His left hand clenched tightly subconsciously, as if he was trying to squeeze something into his bones. It was a cloth bag with rough edges, containing several sweaty, wrinkled bills.
That's my sister Lu Xiaoyu's life-saving money this week.
